As I write, I hear the sound of my supposed-to-be-sleeping 2 year old singing 'Happy Birthday dear Daddy! Happy Birthday to you!' at the top of her lungs followed by a most joyous laugh. Daddy's birthday isn't until December, but it doesn't matter because singing about her Daddy is fun!

When was the last time I've sung in the shower? I know it's been a few days, at least, since I've sung - or really done anything - just for the pure joy of doing it.

Note to self: Tonight, find something to do that has no purpose but to express joy. Tomorrow, do the same.

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